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Mirrors eat remaining light

The house I left is buttoned up tight tonight, its orphaned olive trees gone liquid in the wind. I’m a trespasser for even remembering. 

Posted byNatalia AntonovaSeptember 25, 2017September 27, 2017Posted inJordan, PoetryTags:Jordan, myth, myths, Pandora, poems5 Comments on Mirrors eat remaining light

The American House

“It smells like an old crypt,” Noor said as the central heating system sluggishly started up for the first time that autumn. Stray leaves whispered in the ducts. “Smelled a crypt before?” Khaldoun asked his new wife. 

Posted byNatalia AntonovaJanuary 24, 2016January 24, 2016Posted inAmerica, Fairy Stories, Fiction, JordanTags:amman, fairy tale, fiction, horror, Jordan, north carolina22 Comments on The American House

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